PENELOPE.
“Good-nature and good-sense must ever join;To err is human, to forgive, divine.”—Pope.
“Good-nature and good-sense must ever join;To err is human, to forgive, divine.”
—Pope.
PENELOPE, a Spartan maid,The brave Ulysses wooed and wed,She in a modest blush arrayed,He with a crown upon his head.Two hearts that beat as one—no tearBedimmed their bliss for one whole year;At Ithaca they dwelt in peace—Not Ithaca, New York—but Greece.Alas! Scarce had been born their boy,An infant very fair and bright,When came a horrid war in TroyAnd papa had to go and fight.He left Penelope in tears—He went and stayed for years and years;And while away, I am afraid,He sometimes wooed another maid.In many lands he dwelt as guestOf ladies of exceeding beauty;Ulysses, it must be confessed,In flirting quite forgot his duty.He flirted here, he flirted there,In fact he flirted everywhere—With Calypso, Nausicaa, Circe—And he a man of family—Mercy!Penelope, dissolved in tears,Bewailed her spouse—the faithless Turk!And stood off suitors twenty yearsBy doing endless fancy work.By day she made her stitches right,But pulled them out again by night,Until her husband, tired of larks,Came home and slew that bunch of sparks.The husband, even though he errAnd lead abroad a lively life,Dislikes, when he comes back to her,To find that others woo his wife.Ulysses lacked in morals—true,But she had quite enough for two—May Eros grant a wife to meAs patient as Penelope!
PENELOPE, a Spartan maid,The brave Ulysses wooed and wed,She in a modest blush arrayed,He with a crown upon his head.Two hearts that beat as one—no tearBedimmed their bliss for one whole year;At Ithaca they dwelt in peace—Not Ithaca, New York—but Greece.Alas! Scarce had been born their boy,An infant very fair and bright,When came a horrid war in TroyAnd papa had to go and fight.He left Penelope in tears—He went and stayed for years and years;And while away, I am afraid,He sometimes wooed another maid.In many lands he dwelt as guestOf ladies of exceeding beauty;Ulysses, it must be confessed,In flirting quite forgot his duty.He flirted here, he flirted there,In fact he flirted everywhere—With Calypso, Nausicaa, Circe—And he a man of family—Mercy!Penelope, dissolved in tears,Bewailed her spouse—the faithless Turk!And stood off suitors twenty yearsBy doing endless fancy work.By day she made her stitches right,But pulled them out again by night,Until her husband, tired of larks,Came home and slew that bunch of sparks.The husband, even though he errAnd lead abroad a lively life,Dislikes, when he comes back to her,To find that others woo his wife.Ulysses lacked in morals—true,But she had quite enough for two—May Eros grant a wife to meAs patient as Penelope!
PENELOPE, a Spartan maid,The brave Ulysses wooed and wed,She in a modest blush arrayed,He with a crown upon his head.Two hearts that beat as one—no tearBedimmed their bliss for one whole year;At Ithaca they dwelt in peace—Not Ithaca, New York—but Greece.
PENELOPE, a Spartan maid,
The brave Ulysses wooed and wed,
She in a modest blush arrayed,
He with a crown upon his head.
Two hearts that beat as one—no tear
Bedimmed their bliss for one whole year;
At Ithaca they dwelt in peace—
Not Ithaca, New York—but Greece.
Alas! Scarce had been born their boy,An infant very fair and bright,When came a horrid war in TroyAnd papa had to go and fight.He left Penelope in tears—He went and stayed for years and years;And while away, I am afraid,He sometimes wooed another maid.
Alas! Scarce had been born their boy,
An infant very fair and bright,
When came a horrid war in Troy
And papa had to go and fight.
He left Penelope in tears—
He went and stayed for years and years;
And while away, I am afraid,
He sometimes wooed another maid.
In many lands he dwelt as guestOf ladies of exceeding beauty;Ulysses, it must be confessed,In flirting quite forgot his duty.He flirted here, he flirted there,In fact he flirted everywhere—With Calypso, Nausicaa, Circe—And he a man of family—Mercy!
In many lands he dwelt as guest
Of ladies of exceeding beauty;
Ulysses, it must be confessed,
In flirting quite forgot his duty.
He flirted here, he flirted there,
In fact he flirted everywhere—
With Calypso, Nausicaa, Circe—
And he a man of family—Mercy!
Penelope, dissolved in tears,Bewailed her spouse—the faithless Turk!And stood off suitors twenty yearsBy doing endless fancy work.By day she made her stitches right,But pulled them out again by night,Until her husband, tired of larks,Came home and slew that bunch of sparks.
Penelope, dissolved in tears,
Bewailed her spouse—the faithless Turk!
And stood off suitors twenty years
By doing endless fancy work.
By day she made her stitches right,
But pulled them out again by night,
Until her husband, tired of larks,
Came home and slew that bunch of sparks.
The husband, even though he errAnd lead abroad a lively life,Dislikes, when he comes back to her,To find that others woo his wife.Ulysses lacked in morals—true,But she had quite enough for two—May Eros grant a wife to meAs patient as Penelope!
The husband, even though he err
And lead abroad a lively life,
Dislikes, when he comes back to her,
To find that others woo his wife.
Ulysses lacked in morals—true,
But she had quite enough for two—
May Eros grant a wife to me
As patient as Penelope!